Looking past the crackling fire
a boy stands tall and asks his father
Where in the world is my first time?
A man wrestles thoughts in storied battle
Torn from page and whiskey bottle
Where in the world is my next chance?
A woman cries in soft reply
to only daughter's questioned sigh
Where in the world is my last dance?
Blue eyed child in a grown-up way
looking for a closure to a tortured day
Where in the world is my blue sky?
All mankind it shrinks in fear
the cellophane's finally formed a tear
Where in the world did it go awry?
3 comments:
wow this is really deep. well written and a real thinker. nice writing
Thanks, Old Griz!
This was my first SS contribution - seems like something that will be fun.
I second Old Grizz - this is awesome! Welcome to SS and hope you stick around.
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